Our normal talks later turned into fantasy talks.“We all have our needs and necessities, Shruti. I sometimes masturbate and relieve. Not sure if tha... would help you,” I said to her.“Sometimes yes, sometimes no. I am not much into masturbation nor into virtual stuff. I am craving real meat. Unfortunately, Sameer isn’t here,” She replied. I agreed with her about virtual stuff. I am not into virtual stuff as well.“Sameer and I spoke about this in the morning. Should I help in finding a guy for. The way her breasts held their shape even after she removed her bra made them shriek with joy. Perky and color that would form by combining caramel milk and honey, they jiggled and gave off a glow. Soon Cook had enough confidence to sneak her used undergarments. Oh! how much he loved the sweet fragrance held by those cotton garments. If he could bottle it or even better if he could just smell the bud where it grew taste those juices where they formed. Thus in about six months’, time thanks to. .." "You're genitals? What's the problem?" I was a little perturbed to hear my mom refer to my genitals. "It's my balls, they ache like crazy." "How long?" "Started about an hour ago when I got home." "Why don't I take a look." "A look?" "Yes", she sat down on the couch, "Come here and pull down your pants and underwear." "Mom, that's, well, it's...", I blushed. "Come on, I'm a nurse, do this all the time. Nothing you should be embarrassed about." I walked over, undid my pants and let them. I knew from experience that a good foot massage can do things to a woman. She was already willing, but she was also satisfied, for the moment. Perhaps, by giving her a massage, I could get her ready to go again, like she'd gotten me ready to go again.It worked rather spectacularly. She moaned as I worked on each foot, working the bones back and forth and digging my fingers between them. Then she murmured about how good it felt as I worked my way up her legs. I bypassed her pussy, but spent five.